Call out my name

Chapter 8. Team

- No... Brother... Please.- he begged.- Thor, don't.
- It's the least you deserve, Loki! Purse your lips!
                                  ***
Thor woke with a start. That was the fifth time he had had a nightmare. He took a deep, shuddering breath. "Just a nightmare" - he thought. The rain had yet to stop. "It's a nightmare. Nothing more"
- Jane.- Thor said, voice cracking.- Oh. Right.- he murmured. Jane wasn't there. She had told Thor: she was going to visit her brother. Thor closed his eyes. What was his name, again? Donald? Donald Blake, yeah. The weather had been terrible lately. Just like Thor's mood. And those nightmares! He knew something was off, but he didn't know what exactly. Jane had been spending most of the time with Donald. But... He was her brother, so... Thor trusted her. As for the dreams... Maybe he missed Loki. Maybe he felt guilty for leaving him. Maybe. But these dreams were just dreams, weren't they?
Thor was on Midgard. Loki was on Asgard. It was for sure. "What if those dreams were... prothetic" Then, again, Thor might have been mad at Loki... No. No. Not even mad. More like disappointed. It was definitely not enough to torture him, nothing would be enough: he was Thor's brother, whether they shared the same blood or no... They'd played together, fought together, they were brothers. So. Those were just nightmares. Nothing more. Thor would never, never ever do it... And the dream he had yesterday? Raping a child. That's... nonsense.
Nightmares... all Thor needed was to forget them. And maybe, maybe he should to talk to Heimdall.
                           ***
Talking to Heimdall wouldn't harm, but wouldn't help; either. What would help him, Thor thought, was strong wine and a good company. Thor knew exactly where to find it. Yes. The Avengers' tower.
***
Fandral gulped. Something bad had happened. It was for sure. Something had happened to Loki, to Heimdall, maybe, as well. Otherwise... why would he ignore Fandral? Didn't he hear him? And what about Loki? What if Fandral was late? What if the trickster had already been executed? Or, maybe... Maybe something worse had happened? What if?
- Heimdall!- Fandral called out again.- Heimdall!
***
Loki sobbed. His entire body hurt, he couldn't see a thing, his mouth was sewn up. He was bleeding.
- Hello, brother.- Thor said as he closed the door. Another day. Or night? Another round of torture!
***
- ... And then I raped him.- Thor whispered, tears flooded his eyes.- I... Him... My brother.- he said.
- You did... what?- Tony blinked.- Bro, that's sick!
- I didn't...- Thor sobbed.- I mean, I did... but in a dream.- he breathed. Tony opened his mouth and closed it several times.- Look, I know, it sounds...
- Hang on, just a minute.- Tony said, taking a few deep breaths.- Calm the fuck down, Point Break!- he stepped aside, gesturing Thor to come in.- You just... Relax, and tell me what the hell is going on.
***
- I have nightmares...- Thor sighed. Tony nodded.
- Go on?- he said, pouring himself more Whiskey.
- Every night I see myself doing something... bad. Like raping a child... sewing my brother's lips up.
- Ha-ha! That would do him good.- Tony laughed.
- Or raping him.- Thor said, and gritted his teeth.
- Oh. I know why... Maybe you should... hook-up?
- Maybe I should what?- the Thunderer frowned.
- Hook-up. You know, like, fuck someone. I mean it could be the case, you know?- he licked his lip.- If anything... Bare in mind... I'm all yours, Thor.- Tony whispered seductively.- Just kidding. Relax. Jokes aside, I have no idea, why you came to hear my advice but, well, here it is. If the nightmares... If they bother you that much just go and check on Loki. Or you could avoid him if you fear that your nightmares are prothetic. But bare it in mind that you can always rely on me. On all of us. Whatever it is, we won't turn our backs on you. We're team.